Notes
You tramp along an open county in ragged and tattered boots, mile after another. There is no final destination. You own what you are - you are what you own.
Warm breezes. It might rain. It might not. Take a rest in the tall grass in the next crossing, play your harmonica.
There's a decision to make - east, west, south?
You do not care. You are free. You are a walking man.
Eighteen tracks, smooth and rough at the same time, to keep you walking including Waits, Waters and White with friends.
1 comment on Aestas: A Walking Man
FilmorePain April 21, 2013
Smooth...
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